The title of my blog describes me to a tee, I recently got back into my love for reading and wanted to share my thoughts. I started enjoying a glass of wine to help me relax and find time for myself by reading a good book.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Release Blitz for Deep Under by Lisa Renee Jones

DEEP
UNDER is the newest stand alone in the Tall, Dark & Deadly Series by Lisa
Renee Jones!

*This is a standalone book, as with the other books in the
Tall, Dark and Deadly series you do not have to read the entire series to enjoy
this book.

Kyle, one of the alpha men of Walker Security, is hot,
bothered, and intense, and when Myla lands in his line of fire, she'll soon
learn her secrets, and her passion, belong to him, from New York Times
bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.

Myla is beautiful, a dove with clipped wings, captive by
the wolf, a vicious drug lord. One look into her eyes and Kyle could see the
pain, the fear...the desperation. Or so it seems. He's been fooled before by a
woman and it cost him everything and everyone he loved. He won't be fooled
again.

Excerpt

“Who are you? And I mean really. Who
are you?”

My gut tells me that if I tell her
right now, in this moment, it will not be well-received. “A friend,” I say, my
gaze lowering to her lush mouth and lifting. “And the man who wants to kiss
you. Really kiss you. Can I kiss you, Myla?”

“You’re asking?”

“Yes. I’m asking. After all you’ve
been through-”

“He hasn’t destroyed me. He hasn’t
beaten me and I don’t like that you think he has.”

“I don’t think he’s beaten you.”

“He hasn’t,” she insists. “I’m not
giving him that power and damn it, you better not either by treating me like
I’m broken and fragile. So kiss me if you’re going to kiss me or let me go, if
you don’t want-”

I cup the back of her head, and
slant my mouth over hers, my tongue sliding against hers, stroking, caressing,
and the taste of her, one part hunger I welcome, but the other part, the
torment, I intend to drive away. I deepen the kiss, my hand pressing beneath
her tank top, finding warm, soft skin. My fingers splay over her rib cage,
while my mind reminds me that no matter how big she talks, she wants this
escape for a reason. She has been abused, used, hurt.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and
drag her gaze to mine. “Is that too gentle?”

“It is until you kiss me again,” she
challenges, and so I do, holding nothing back. My tongue stroking, taking,
demanding, and she rewards me by giving me no fear, but rather a soft moan, and
a whisper of “Kyle,” when I nip her lip.

“That’s what I want,” I say. “My
name on your tongue, not his. My tongue on your body, not his.”

“That’s what I want too,” she dares,
and when she adds, “very much,” there is this sense of her claiming something
outside of a world she’d accepted but hated that empowers me, to help her go
there, be there. I reach down and pull her tank top over her head, tossing it
away. And she is not shy, timid or scared. She tugs my shirt up, but my
shoulder strap and weapon, hold it in place. I’m far from detoured though,
unhooking her sports bra and dragging it down her arms, my gaze raking over her
high full breasts and pebbled pink nipples. And the minute our gazes collide,
the fire between us ignites, and we are kissing again, my hand flattening over
her back, melting her naked breasts to my chest.

She tries a new approach to getting
me naked, shoving at my jacket and I shrug it over my shoulders, letting it
fall to the ground, but when her hand goes for the clasp on my shoulder strap,
my reaction is automatic. I grab her hand and stop her. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t get your shirt off while
your gun is on,” she says, and then gives me an unhappy look. “Did you think
that I was going for your weapon?”

“Programming,” I say. “Protect your
weapon, always. And you aren’t the only one with a bad relationship baggage.”

“I can accept that and understand
it, but now it’s my turn to say quid pro quo. I’m opening the door to trusting
you. You need to do the same and trust me.”

She’s right. A hand for a hand. I
let mine fall away now, leaving hers at my strap, a move from my gun. She
closes her hand over the butt of my gun, daring me to challenge her, her chin
lifting, gaze meeting mine as she says, “If you were him-”

My hands slide around her neck,
dragging her mouth to mine. “Obviously I need to fuck you fast and hard before
I go slow and sexy, just to get him the hell out of this room.” I kiss her, a
deep, demanding, stroke of tongue on tongue, I end with a challenge. “Do you
want me or my gun?”

His hand comes down on my leg, intimate, wrong. Right. “When
I earn it you won’t ask that question.”

“I wish you could earn it,” I say, and my hand goes to his
and I tell myself it’s to push him away, but I don’t even try.

“I can and I will,” he says, leaning in, or maybe I lean in
or we both do, but we are close, our faces, our lips, and our breath. “Maybe
not tonight or tomorrow, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“And then what?”

“And then, everything changes,” he promises, and suddenly
his lips brush mine, a barely there touch that I feel, oh how I feel it in
every part of me, before he pulls back and then he’s gone, leaving me swaying
and grabbing hold of the cushion.

“Fuck,” he curses, standing up and giving me his back, just
long enough to run a rough hand through his hair and to face me while I try to
calm my racing mind and heart. “That can’t happen,” he says.

I blink. “What? I didn’t try... we didn’t…” Confused, heat
and embarrassment assail me and I stand up, rushing toward the bedroom, running
this time, but I simply don’t care. But I also don’t escape. He’s there before
I make it into the bedroom, stepping in front of me, his hands settling at my
waist, branding me, scorching me.

“If we happen now, you’ll question why. You will fear that
I’m setting you up, and fear is not what I want from you.”

“Then what do you
want from me?”

“I could tell you trust again, which is true, but right now,
in this moment, what I want is you. Every part of you naked, every way I can
get you. Beneath me, on top of me, under my tongue, and many other ways.”

“You can’t say that to me.”

“And if I’d given you some generic bullshit answer you
wouldn’t have believed it, I would have scared you just as much as actually
doing what I want.”

“I wouldn’t have let you.”

“We’re fire, sweetheart. We both know it. It’s inconvenient,
but it’s undeniable, which means we’re going to have to find a way to deal with
it because I meant what I said. I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

My hands go to his wrist. “Let me go.”

“I’ll stop touching you, sweetheart, but I’m not letting you
go.”

New to the Tall, Dark
and Deadly series? Experience the New York Times bestselling books that have
sold almost one million copies! Read about the previous books and order them here. Each is a STANDALONE book.

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee
Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in
development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition,
her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both
spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has
published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that
Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a
paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing
agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also
praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing
women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa
loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at on her website and she is
active on twitter and facebook daily.

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